Too much of it today to even think about blogging.

That is all.

There once was a man called “The One,”
Who thought to himself, “This is fun.”
With a wave of my hand, I can screw up this land
That’s because I am God’s other son.

Behold the First Lady Michelle,
Who’s shaped like the Liberty Bell.
Her sweaters don’t fit, she dresses like shit
And I’m sure those size tens really smell.

Finding this online was somewhat timely, because I have been re-reading George Orwell’s 1984. I originally read it when I was something like sixteen. To the extent that I can recall my reaction to the book at the time, I believe I simply thought, “Cool book, cool story.”

Now, forty plus some years later, having witnessed the ever-increasing size and seemingly unbridled power of the federal government, I find that the book is more than a little bit chilling.

via iOTW.

On days when it seems that the world is going to hell in a handbasket, it’s therapeutic to listen to some excellent guitar playing. Go watch and listen to a Frank Vignola and Tommy Emmanuel duet. Either they are the best actors in the world, or they truly love what they are doing. I’m quite certain the latter is the case.

While you’re there, check out some of the videos listed on the left featuring Frank Vignola and friends, including the great Vinny Raniolo. Don’t miss the tune from the Soave Guitar Festival 2009 or the Bumblebee Jam. Hell, they’re all good.

Below are photos of a tee shirt that Eric created and gifted to me and others who attended the 2004 Blogmeet in Helen, Georgia. It was the first blogmeet I’d ever attended, and it truly was a memorable experience, which included my indulging in more than a little taste of Georgia “wine.” Great memories, right there. I blogged about the blogmeet and the cast of characters here, many of whom I have partied with somewhat regularly since 2004.

The shirt had been tucked away as a memento until a few weeks ago when I decided that it was high time that I wear it. I’ve been regularly sporting it around town, waiting to be besieged by autograph seekers.

The Front View of Da Shoit.

The Back of Da Shoit

The Back of Da Shoit (closer up)

Guess who wins.

via C&S

The WRONG Way

The RIGHT Way

I’ve got my bookie just where I want him.

I went heavy on the Jets and gave the points.

Fat City, baby.

Update: Who knew?

I wish that The One and Blockhead Joe Biden would resign to become Walmart greeters, a job for which they might be qualified.

Hello, President Boehner.

In 1957, when the Diamonds has their monster hit, “Little Darlin’,” I was just about old enough to be a Boy Scout, but I remember the song well. To be a hit a song back then it had to sell a shitload of records (i.e. those flat, black things with grooves). To see the same guys re-assemble after forty-seven years and sing their hit tune speaks to me on many levels.

The Diamonds, forty-seven years later.

For those of you who, like me, are old enough to remember the Diamonds, or who give a crap about any of this, the Diamonds are the same guys who sang “The Stroll,” which was also a dance.

I know how to do The Stroll. Do you?

Thanks to reader Dave for the links.

Linked by Doug Ross. Thanks!